...stands for Kiss Your Weekend Goodbye, an occupational hazard of freelancing.
You see, end clients often get deliveries on Friday (a nice day for deliveries... I mean... why would one want a delivery on, say, Thursday when there's still a full day left in the work week?), and naturally figure it would be slicker than owl snot on a doorknob to start working with the translation first thing Monday morning, so... let's get this puppy translated!
Oo-rah! (and other expletives)
But for the fact this job's going to take me 'til the middle of next week to finish.
To help make that happen, I either have to (a) stop whinging and get another 750 words of the job done before shutting down for the night, or (b) shut down now and figure out a way to spread those joyous 750 words over the next few days, because I am really not in the mood to do more work right now. For one thing, I am experiencing one of those days when my typing coordination has gone completely to aitch-ee-double-toothpicks (on greased skids, to boot).
(That keening sound you hear in the distance is my spell-checker invoking some obscure Geneva Convention on Permissible Levels of Exposure to Improper Spelling in Documents with respect to today's output.)
I think I'll take what's behind curtain (b), Monty.
Cheers...
You see, end clients often get deliveries on Friday (a nice day for deliveries... I mean... why would one want a delivery on, say, Thursday when there's still a full day left in the work week?), and naturally figure it would be slicker than owl snot on a doorknob to start working with the translation first thing Monday morning, so... let's get this puppy translated!
Oo-rah! (and other expletives)
But for the fact this job's going to take me 'til the middle of next week to finish.
To help make that happen, I either have to (a) stop whinging and get another 750 words of the job done before shutting down for the night, or (b) shut down now and figure out a way to spread those joyous 750 words over the next few days, because I am really not in the mood to do more work right now. For one thing, I am experiencing one of those days when my typing coordination has gone completely to aitch-ee-double-toothpicks (on greased skids, to boot).
(That keening sound you hear in the distance is my spell-checker invoking some obscure Geneva Convention on Permissible Levels of Exposure to Improper Spelling in Documents with respect to today's output.)
I think I'll take what's behind curtain (b), Monty.
Cheers...